grace is to be called boy; but his glory is, to subdue mei. Adieu, valour! rust, rapier! be still, arum! for your manager is in love; yea, he lovetlr. Assist me some extemporal god of rhime, for, I am sure, I shall turn sonneteer. Devise wit; write pen; for I am for whole volumes in folio. [Exit. ACT II. SCENE I. Another part of she same. A Pavilion and Tents at a distance. Enter the Princess of France, ROSALINE, MARIA, KATHARINE, BOYET, Lords, and other Attendants. Boy. Now, Madam, summon up your dearest spirits: Consider who the King your father sends; Of all perfections that a man may owe, Prin. Good Lord Boyet, my beauty, though but mean, Needs not the painted flourish of your praise; Doth noise abroad, Navarre hath made a vow, To know his pleasure; and in that behalf, Who are the votaries, my loving Lords, That are vow fellows with this virtuous Duke? 1 Lord. Longaville is one. Prin. Know you the man? Mar. I know him, Madam; at a marriage feast, Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Faulconbridge solemnized, In Normandy saw I this Longaville A man of sovereign parts he is esteem'd; Well fitted in the arts, glorious in arms: (If yirtue's gloss will stain with any soil,) Is a sharp wit match'd with too blunt a will; Whose edge hath power to cut, whose will still wills It should none spare that come within his power. Prin. Some merry mocking lord, belike; is't so? Mar. They say so most, that most his humours know. Prin. Such short-liv'd wits do wither as they grow. Who are the rest? Kath. The young Dumain, a well-accomplih❜d youth, Of all that virtue love for virtue lov'd: Most power to do most harm, least knowing ill; Rosa. Another of these students at that time Prin. God bless my ladies! are they all in love; That every one her own hath garnished With such bedecking ornaments of praise? Re-enter BOYET. Prin. Now, what admittance, Lord? Boyet. Navarre had notice of your fair approach; And he, and his competitors in oath, Were all address'd to meet you, gentle Lady, To let you enter his unpeopled house, [The Ladies mask. Enter King, LONGAVILLE, DUMAIN, BIRON, and Attendants. King. Fair Princess, welcome to the court of Navarre. Prin. Fair, I give you back again; and, welcome I have not yet: the roof of this court is too high to be yours; and welcome to the wide fields too base to be mine. King. You shall be welcome, Madam, court. to my Prin. I will be welcome then; conduct me thither. King. Hear me, dear Lady; I have sworn an oath. Prin. Our Lady help my Lord! he'll be for sworn. King. Not for the world, fair Madam, by my will Prin. Why, will shall break it; will, and nothing else. King. Your Ladyship is ignorant what it is. Prin. Were my Lord so, his ignorance were wise, Where now his knowledge must prove ignorance. But pardon me, I am too sudden-bold; To teach a teacher ill beseemeth me. Vouchsafe to read the purpose of my coming, 1 [Gives a paper. King. Madam, I will, if suddenly I may. Prin. You will the sooner, that I were away; For you'll prove perjur'd, if you make me stay. Biron. "Did not I dance with you in Brabant > once? Ros. Did not I dance with you in Brabant once? Biron, I know, you did. Ros. How needless was it then To ask the question! Biron. You must not be so quick. Ros. 'Tis 'long of you that spur me with such questions. Biron. Your wit's too hot, it speeds too fast, 'twill tire. Ros. Not till it leave the rider in the mire. Biron. What time o' day? Ros. The hour that fools should ask. Biron. Now fair befal your mask! Ros. Fair fall the face it covers! |